RWA - NOT
RWA - NOT
CONFESSION -- I'm NOT at the Romance Writers of America national convention this week in Orlando, Fla., and I have to say that it feels weird. It's only the second time in eleven years that I haven't made it to Nationals. I miss my writer and reader buds and the high-decibel roar of the hotel bar, lobby, and the various parties.
Can you guess what I'm doing instead? Yep. That's correct. I'm WRITING. ..MY... BUMPUS... OFF.
I have a book due in four weeks and I'm pretty far behind. It's been worse. A lot worse. So I'm not panicked or anything, but I've sure got a lot to do before Sept. 1. If I break my solemn vow to blog on a weekly basis, you'll know why.
Back to the keyboard. Ta-ta for now!
-S
On blogging
Yes, I know I’m a lousy blogger. I’ll try to do better, though I’m not convinced anyone cares what I did over my summer vacation or the latest hilarious antics of my dogs. But, on the off chance that someone out there actually comes to my website to read my blog, could you let me know? Send me an email, maybe?
Here’s my pledge – if I get three people (not counting my mother) who email me to tell me they truly want to read my blog, then I’ll promise to contribute a new musing at least once a week. This should be interesting, and I’ll be sure to let you all know how this experiment turns out. Hey, I’ll blog about it!